Sunday
Sun set ahead,
of schedule,
in our apartment.
Saw me the window
and door closed
baffled for a moment
knocked once, twice, thrice,
then pushed,
sorry, locked from inside.
‘Mr. Kutty inside?’
No idea…
eyes entered the room
through the key-hole
aghast I stood,
heart missed a beat.
In the semi-darkness,
no moon and stars shining
up above
Mr. Kutty aged 40,
fully naked
dancing,
to the tunes of a lullaby sung by
an unknown mother
to soothe the nerves of
an orphan.
Outside the apartment
city as usual
with the descending of
darkness and
as if to overpower it
awashed with light within seconds
roar of bulleting local trains,
hooting sirens
play vanishing tricks
without rest
faceless crowd
hurrying down streets
in singles and groups.
Eyes entered inside
through the key-hole
once again.
Mr. Kutty, aged 40
still dancing to the tunes
of the lullaby sung by
an unknown mother
To soothe the nerves of
an orphan.
…………….Walked away from there
Felt like not disturbing him
down to the streets and
walked the path
at last reaching an air-conditioned beer parlour
ambience
that of a faded-moon-lit one
candles glowing on each table,
each one in his/her
own world,
ordered a chilled-beer and
potato chips
waiter in white uniform
spotting turban
politely, respectfully
filled the designed glass
emptied it in one gulp
cigaretting I sat
half-an-hour gone
inside the faded moonlit
ambience.
Then back to the room
saw
windows and door opened
stars and moon glittering
up above
Apartment now,
World of light.
Mr.Kutty, aged 40,
clad in pants and shirt
combing hair in front
of the mirror
spotting me
slumped in the sofa
A ‘warm hello’ thru the mirror
‘late today you’?
Kutty aged 40
glint in eyes
‘yeah, my friend, a bit’
‘Happens’- in came response
kept the shoes under
the sofa
standing under the fan
spent a few minutes
‘Okay friend, dinner ready,
waiting me
see you then’-
Kutty, aged 40 replies
and walks away
‘a walking enigma’ –
told me myself.
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